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Updated: August 22, 2024
He had time to think during the two weeks he was at the State capital waiting for the big convention. His grandfather made no demands upon him. Thelismer Thornton had quietly appointed himself the dominant figure in the back room at State headquarters. Under his big hand all the strings met. Even Luke Presson took subordinate post as a lieutenant.
"But as soon as the surprise is over it will commend itself as a perfectly natural and graceful concession to public opinion as public opinion can be set in motion by the members of the State Committee on the floor of the convention. In fact, the plan commended itself to my friend Thelismer, here, and Chairman Presson some weeks ago."
"I'll take the nomination, Thelismer that is, providing you want me to stand as a candidate who will go into office without a single string hitched to him." "I guess the party isn't running into any desperate chances, Vard, with you in the big chair. Sit down now and take it easy. I'll call Luke in.
He took Presson by the arm, and swung him hospitably in at the big door of "The Barracks." "That's too rough too rough, that kind of talk, Thelismer," protested the State chairman. Thornton swung away from him and went to the window of the living-room and gazed out on his constituents. "You can't handle voters the way you used to you've got to hair-oil 'em these days."
He stared at his grandfather, trying to comprehend what it meant this bitterness, this savage resentment, this arbitrary authority that took no heed of his own wishes. He had always known a calm, kindly, sometimes caustic, but never impatient Thelismer Thornton. This old man, surly, domineering, and unreasonable, was new to him. And after a little while, worried and saddened, he went away.
But she displayed something more than that. It was recklessness that was bravado. In the eyes of the State chairman, friend of Thornton, and accustomed to a milder form of femininity, it was impudence. Yet her beauty made its appeal to him. The old man lunged toward her, but the politician seized his arm. "Thelismer," he protested, "you are going too far.
But Thelismer Thornton only chuckled over Luke Presson's fears. He went back to bed for another nap. When he came down and ate breakfast alone in the big mess-room, which he had not allowed the carpenters to narrow by an inch, he was still amused by the chairman's panic.
He stepped down out of his automobile and walked around the crowd, spatting his gloved hands together, and looking them over critically. So he came to Thelismer Thornton, waiting on the steps, and shook his hand. Mr. Presson was short and fat and rubicund, and, just now, plainly worried. "This was the last place I expected to have to jump into, Thelismer," he complained.
Fire-flashes, pallid in the afternoon light, shot up here and there in the yellow billows rolling nearest the ground. "I tell you, Thelismer, you'll never get across with this! It's too devilish rank!" Elder Dudley marched past, leading the last stragglers of his following from the hall. His face was flushed with passion, but he had neither word nor look for the Duke.
If you keep on and split us, he gets it; but I shall make it mighty plain to the boys as to whose fault it was, Thelismer." "What's all this about?" demanded Everett. Presson hesitated only a moment. "There was a movement on inside the party to run General Waymouth as a compromise candidate. It has been talked over. I declare myself now. I'm against it.
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